Tramp Stamp.

Sorry the name sounds tacky. But that’s kind of what it is. My girl’s growing up and I felt it was time she started to show it. I gave her very first tattoo, the Southern Cross (from the Australian flag) running down the spine of her body.

For those of you who don’t know, Misty is a three-year-old (almost to the day actually… haha) Dean Acoustic Guitar. I put some Medium (.11-.17?) D’addarios on her to give her a deep and rich throaty sound.

I’m very grateful she got to come with me on this trip, as she has kept me company in the first few weeks before I got to know people here. But even though I spend time out with other people, I make sure to give her time every day.

I Come From the Land Down Under?

Ha, ok wow. Last week I had a gnarly little cold. So pretty much I just hung out at home except for class. By the way, my classes are awesome. One my roommates moved out and we said farewell. Actually, I didn’t. I feel kind of bad about this. She was asleep when I headed to the coast.

The Friday before Grace moved home to the states the roommates all went to dinner on the south bank boardwalk to this place called Beastie Burgers (Brass Monkey kept playing in my head.) I had a lamburger with hummus and Moroccan sauce. I wasn’t hungry but I consumed the whole thing because it was that good. Easily the best $13 I’ve spent here. We followed that with Inception at the $5 theater.

If you’re reading this, you probably understand my fascination with dreams. Or maybe not “understand” but atleast are aware of it. As a director, I think Christopher Nolan is rocking it (he directed Batman Begins and The Dark Knight). If you want to see a great and unique story, I’d recommend seeing Inception. Then leave me a comment telling me what you think.



Early the next morning, the international students (that’s too long. I’ll abbreviate… how does International Studs sound? Better? Groovy.) went to a wildlife sanctuary called Churumbin at the Gold Coast. It was just a day trip but I finally got to play with some Koalas and Kangaroos.



Saw Dingoes and some other crazy and exotic animals. I’ll post a few pics, but the majority will on facebook (http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=244059&id=500475518). The two hours went quick and our introductions were brief. The trip was not nearly as well structured as Straddie. But still pretty good.

Maybe the Dingo ate yo' Babay.


We hit up a local beach and had lunch. The weather was a bit humid and the was again thick in the air. I keep thinking I’ll used to this. Skies a bit overcast and the breeze does help it feel a bit cooler than it is.



We hop on the bus and head to surfers paradise. Now personally, I feel if you name a place “Surfer’s Paradise” it will no longer live up to it’s name. it was an hour dive, so I took this opportunity to close my eyes. The clouds rolled in, the sun disappeared and the sky looked familiar.



The beach wasn’t really what I wanted to do so I explored the very colorfully named shops. I picked up a couple little souvenirs for friends and family (not in these “shops” haha other places). I’m excited to bring those home for everyone ☺ I was still feeling under the weather so I was pretty warn out when the bus departed the Gold Coast. I fell asleep to the sound of some good Beach/Campfire Music.




The night was then spent with some friends. I had decided not to drink because of being sick. That was until I was reminded I signed up for THE beer pong tournament. It was my civic duty as an American to represent my country men in a game we’re so well known for. I lost first round. But I did take the opportunity to make a lot of new friends.

The night ended and the rest of the weekend was spent doing laundry and watching the Master Chef Finale. I previously included a link to the shows web site. I hope you checked it out. It’s awesome.

Monday brought about the start of the QUT climbing club. I’m way out of shape for climbing. My hands are soft and outdoor is a whole new monster. They didn’t let me belet because I didn’t know how. I was ok with this. By the way, it’s all ropes. No bouldering. Ha so, I didn’t do well. Found a new sport to train for, haha.

And finally, I was curious if Australians lover or hated “Down Under” from Men at Work. My bet was hated it (much like how I feel about Sweet Home Alabama…) and apparently I was wrong. Australians love the song. Granted, I’ve only talked to a small test group, but yeah. More on this, as it develops.

Ok. Now, “Finally:” I’ve been asked to enter a film contest. Nothing major, but a simple 1-3 minute video explaining my preconceptions and the reality I’ve discovered upon being here. It’s due October 8th. So wish me luck. And at the same time, I’ll be trying to enter Diaries into the Ellensburg Film Festival. It’s a $35 entry fee. If anyone would like to donate, I’d appreciate that and will give you a high five. ☺ haha (any ideas you’d like to suggest for the Australian contest, please do so. The more content I have to play with, the more likely I cut together something awesome.)

Take care, see you in a few months.
James

28.7.2010

I love it here. Compared to the last few months of school at Central, Brisbane should be called “Breeze”bane. But it’s not all fun and games and parties. I am here to study and further hone my skills. Among other personal objectives: Grow up, and figure out a little better who I am and what I want.

I’ve met so many new people. Well, technically everyone here is new. And some of these people are amazing. Of course there are those you’re introduce to, and hear their stories and know the friendship is superficial (as in, it’s not going to last past Aus.) then there are those where you just find a bit of something different. THESE are the ones I’ll call/hang out with/keep in touch with when we all go our separate ways.

This is the first time where athletic obligations are no longer an issue. Where I’m not overloaded with classes or working at a job that treats me like crap. It’s weird being so free and having time and being social and I do struggle with this. I’ve spent the last three weeks exploring a culture I’ve never been apart of (the partying/clubbing scene, not Australia.). And let me tell you, it’s exhausting. I went to the NorSK Pub Crawl tonight. I wanted to see familiar faces and have a drink or two. But while I’m at the third bar, sober, listening to the lewd and inappropriate comments about the women within earshot, with no friendly face in sight I realized: this still isn’t me, and I don’t want to be here.

So I left. Calling it a night at 9:45pm. I am enjoying my time here. But this was one of those moments where I wish my friends from home were here sharing this experience with me. Letting me make pop culture references (and have them understood…) and terrible jokes and not feeling judged for being American (I’m proud of where I come from and how I was raised.).

I wish it wasn’t all parties and drinking (it’s not. But it seems like it.). I’d like a real connection with the people around me and be able to talk about things that mean something to someone. Anyone. Something of substance, anything at all. For now, I’m giving Australia the fail.

Really what I’m trying to say is, I miss you guys and I wish you were here.

-James

I have no baby, Dingo not interested.

2010 July 16-18th



I get up early, not knowing exactly how long the walk would take for me to get to the school and across campus with all my bags. I waited on a curb where we were all supposed to meet. Familiar faces began to appear around me. the courtyard was full and it was time to leave. We walk the two blocks from campus to where the buses are parked. We climb on and take seats.

Now would be a good time to tell you that I was with one hundred international students traveling to Stradbroke Island off the Sunshine coast. Stradbroke, or “Straddie” is a sand island separated from the main land. A 40 minute ferry carried our buses with about 40 minutes of driving on the front end and 20 minutes of driving on the back. The foliage along the road reminded me of Jurassic Park and I completely expected a T-Rex to knock our bus off the cliff. Preferably the first bus. Because I was on the second.

p.s. the T-Rex attack did not happen.

We pull up to the resort: Anchorage on Straddie. It looked… meh. Not impressed. We were assigned our rooms. I was with four complete strangers in a suite on the top floor facing the ocean. We open the door and I’m blown away. Full kitchen, bar, laundry room, two huge bedrooms, bathroom with Jacuzzi and two leather couches in the living room surrounding a 30+” TV.

Then we step onto the balcony. The most beautiful blue mass stretches out in front of me. The courtyard below has a pool and cooking area. The breeze takes the edge off the heat from the sun and this is bliss. The trip was worth the money, just for the view.



Lunch followed: all you can eat burgers. Something about it reminded me of my mom’s meatloaf.

Then our group was taken up the coast of this small island town and we were dropped off at some cliffs. We saw dolphins, eagles, a whale and… I’m having a hard time finding words worthy of what I saw. But that’s the point of this, isn’t it? To make you see what I see. The giant waves breaking against the 30’ and 40’ cliffs showering us in saltwater mist. The wildlife danced and played not even concerned with the intruders parading through their paradise.

When the walk was over, we had three options. Take the bus back, walk back on the beach, or walk along the road and stop at the liquor store. There was a very high level of expectation from the people in charge that a large portion of the trip would be spent drunk. We walked along the beach.

The sun sets early right now because it’s winter. The dying light played across breaking waves as the tide rolled closer to us. The water was incredibly warm. 20 degrees Celsius, or about 70 degrees Farenhiet. I laugh when the Australians say it’s cold. The sand is so pure and white. So untouched by the destructive hands of man. Strict rules for preserving this land are in place to make sure it stays just how it is. I like this. And when it’s so beautiful, it’s hard to think that anyone would disrupt or hurt this place. I get back to the resort and we all head to the liquor store. Please keep in mind that I’m in a culture where drinking is socially acceptable in a way not recognized by Americans. It is possible to drink socially and responsibly without the need to be trashed. This wasn’t the case for a lot of people this weekend.

It was probably 1.5 km (about 1 mile) to the liquor store which was underneath the pub (more like an upscale club in Portland than what we would consider a “Pub”). Along the way, about fifty Flying Foxes or Fruit Bats flew over our heads, blotting out what was left of the light. I knew I didn’t have light to really take pictures so I left my camera at the room. I regret this now. We picked up some alcohol. Beer mostly.

We returned to the dining hall for dinner, ate and repeated the same answers to the same questions. Now remember: most of the non-English native speaking students have spoken English for a very long time. However conversations seemed to like this with very little deviation.
Hello, my name is … what are you studying?
I’m studying…
I’m from … and you? Oh the states!
And similar questions like you learn in the first quarter of any foreign language course. But as soon as the formalities and scripted parts were finished we’d have very full and rich conversations. A few times people mentioned being nervous talking to an American. Fear of being judged or making mistakes seemed the biggest reasons why. Which is a shame because the reason most of them are here is to improve their English skills.

The party started in our room, room 32. A few people came in. we had a few drinks and then went to the beach. It was dark and hard to see so we had to a lot of reintroducing of ourselves. We watched someone do some fire stick twirling. But after a while it was really cold and I had to pee, so we headed back to the room. The party moved back in there as well. The night finished.



I apologize for this being more factual and a simple regurgitation of events. It’s taken me a while to get to this and a lot of what I wanted to focus on has been forgotten. I’ll add some of my favorite pics from the trip hopefully to make up for it.

The following day started out with sea-kayaking. Which was awesome. I love it and asked Kyle (my roommate from CWU) to start doing it with me. We followed this with surfing. We had some good waves to get up on. But more or less I spent the time getting knocked down by the wave I’m on, or by another person. My teacher’s name was Clasha. How awesome is that?



The day thoroughly wiped me out. Twenty minutes at the party in room 31 (not 32!) and I was done. I went in to my room, climbed into bed next to the giant doors that we left open. I fell asleep to the sound of waves and cool ocean breezes washing over me. I apparently was so out of it, I missed all the fun and commotion that happened all night in our room. And I hadn’t been drinking. Haha thanks.

Our last day was a relaxation day. I laid out in the sun, met some more of the other students and took zero pictures. Instead I was just lazy and a little more tan than before. So we leave. Head to the ferry and that ended the weekend at Straddie.
Again I apologize for the tardiness (“Don’t use such language in front of Abed!”) of this post and will try to do better from now on.

2. Multiply by 1.8 and add 32.

19 July 2010


Wow, so I’m way behind… sorry about that. Last week was kind of crazy and I’ve just been keeping notes to remind myself of the things I wanted to blog about. This post will probably be broken up into sections. Or I’ll just post several blogs. I haven’t decided. We’ll see how long this gets.

No Worries Mate!

Well… some worries. It appears my school under budgeted me by a considerable amount. I’ll be stretched pretty thin for living expenses and anything extra that might come up. CWU has not responded to my emails about the fact that I’ve been under budgeted and don’t have enough to pay for this whole trip. They’ve simply said they’re working on it. That was a week ago. Or maybe not quite a week ago.
I’ve been here a little over a week now. I have permanent accommodations at a student living… thing. It’s called Urbanest (http://www.urbanest.com.au/en/student-accommodation/brisbane/south-bank). My address for the duration of my stay is
123a 60 Turbine Street
South Brisbane, QLD, Australia 4101

It’s a nice place. More expensive than I would like to pay, but I’ve been very fortunate in having some really cool roommates, and it’s just a few minutes from the school. The building is about 6 months old and still smells new. It’s weird. It feels weird to be living in yet another place. And although Brisbane is beautiful and I completely understand how someone could find themselves content to lie out on the beach for their entire life.
But there’s something about this place that doesn’t make me feel any permanence. The building I’m in feels like a hotel. Even with everything unpacked and I’m settled in, I can’t help feeling like I’m just passing through. And that feels like an attitude I’m finding with the people here. I’m not from here, so I won’t be staying here. G’day, mate. Don’t forget to turn off the lights when you leave.

It’s not a bad thing. I do like it here and will definitely enjoy myself while I’m here. But there is a part of me that misses home and looks forward to a routine that I’ll keep going for a while. A point when school is over and I can just work, and play and not have classes. I’m ready for that chapter to end. ☺
I’ve seen a lot of bats here. And I mean a lot… haha technically they’re called Flying foxes here because the face looks like a fox. But really they’re fruit bats. I got scared by one the other night when I was walking along. It looked to be about a 3’ wingspan. And I thought I imagined it. Until it passed under another streetlight, even closer to me than before. I wasn’t imagining it. It was freakishly huge. When I returned to the hostel I was staying at I asked about it…
"How big do your bats get here?" - me
"Beds? Up to king size I believe."
"No bats. Flying mammals."
"Beds? Beds don't fly."
"No! He means bets. With wings."
"Oh fruit bets! We call them flying foxes on account of their faces look like a fox and they fly. And yeah. They get f*ing huge."
The other guy holds out his arms "wingspan..."

Anyways… haha so yeah. I’ve also seen a slew of other less than cuddly creatures. Still no spiders. Just spider webs. I’m ok with this. Haha.

Umm other business. Sorry I have a lot to write about and it’ll be pretty all over the place I’ve decided. Bear with me. rar.

I realized I have the power to make tourists take pictures. If I stop and look like I see something interesting near a group of people with cameras, and then bring out my camera and start snapping pictures… they’ll start taking their own pictures. I was shooting a tree and a clock tower. Nothing really exciting about it. But I got a few people to do it. I however have also noticed a desire to take pictures if I see someone else doing this. So… I’m not really all mighty and powerful. But whatever.

I have not concluded whether or not the toilets flush the other way. All the toilets are these flush/half flush toilets to save water during the droughts they have here. They shoot straight down the hole and seem to just splash everything silly.

I laugh every time I hear the word “heaps.” As in: I miss you heaps, there’s heaps of energy… or any of the other reasons they say heaps.

I feel as though I’ve learned the lay out of the city. For those who played RPG’s (role playing games) like Zelda, or grand theft auto you’ll probably remember how you get the land in sections. That’s how I felt about this city. I started in south bank and got lost. Learned that inside and out and found my way into downtown. Learned that and moved into Kelvin grove… and every time I felt I had seen all there was to see I found a new part of the city that confused the crap out of me and left me wandering on foot for hours. I spent the better part of everyday last week walking around from early morning until the sun started to go down.

Which leads me to my next thing… the sun. It’s really disorienting when you know where the sun is and where that SHOULD put you. At home, the sun travels from east to west across the southern part of the sky. Here, it still travels east to west, but now it’s in the north. I’ve spent my entire life with it on my left in the morning and right in the evening. This has caused me to go the wrong direction when looking at maps. You’d be surprised how that messes with you.
I had my first Australian pizza. It was pretty good. And if anyone puts capsicum on your pizza, don’t freak out. It’s not some weird veggie. Its just peppers. I don’t know why the guy had such a hard time saying that… but he looked at me like I was retarded because I didn’t know what capsicum was. Whatever. Haha I know now. But I noticed upon ordering this pizza that everything is under serious portion control.

In America, bigger is better. And this shows in our population’s overweight/obesity numbers. We’re the fattest country in the world. But with fatty greasy fast foods so readily available and for such a cheap price, it’s not wonder. Apparently Australia is the second. I have a hard time understanding this. Food found on the dollar menu in America costs upwards of $4 here. Everything is in much smaller quantities. I do find myself full though. I’ve been making half portions and doing my own portion control (much to several peoples dismay as they wanted to the American consume all during dinner and fulfill that stereotype.) and I still find myself very full most of the time. I’ve been buying the “small” size of whatever when I’m out and around town. Or just making less when I’m home. This is to save money, but also to try and get in healthier eating habits. Being here seems to make it really easy.

By the way, I made kielbawesome avec kangaroo this evening. It was amazing. Partially inspired by the TV show that’s huge here called master chef (http://www.masterchef.com.au/home.htm), but because I wanted to make it to share with my roommates. Well originally I would have done it like I always do. However, beef/pig/chicken is really expensive here. So for about half the price I picked up some garlic and herb kangaroo steaks to replace the meat and make it a little more Australian. It was amazing.

Pre-cooking:
during cooking:
Master Chef aint got nothing on me!

the critic tastes:


I’ve also spent some time playing my guitar. I think she likes it here. She’s never sounded so full and vibrant. And I feel my own voice pushing itself in response. My first time playing was back in my room at the hostel. I didn’t really have anything better to do in the hostel, so I just hung out at night and played until quiet time at 10 pm. Once I moved into Urbanest I met a guy from the east coast of the US who is a music major in the masters program at a conservatory here. He saw me with my guitar case and later saw me doing laundry in the laundry room. He came down with some beer and his guitar and we had a beer and jammed for the hour or so while I waited for my laundry to dry. We ended up with a one-person audience as a girl (her name is Jasmine I believe) came in and listened to us play for a while. Apparently two Americans playing guitar while waiting for laundry is not common practice here in Australia. Which is ironic because I would have thought that if it worked anywhere, this would have been the place. But I think my girl has earned her first tattoo. ☺ later that night I played upstairs in my room with one of my roommates. Also very fun. I think I might like my new accommodations.

There are two types of accommodations on campus here. And in the city as well, I suppose. You either have the typical colonial style of archways and large sandstone bricks, or you have very contemporary buildings like you’d find on campus at UW or at CWU. Knowing that Garden’s point campus was built around the parliament house here in Brisbane and several of the buildings were originally from before the school was there and these were the buildings of the… I don’t know what they’re called. Haha I’m not informed. But the people who ran Brisbane. Whatever they call that in the Australian/british/English terms. Anyways, those buildings are turned into classrooms and offices throughout the jungle filled campus. The other buildings are much more modern. Complete with no windows in the classrooms. In fact, any time they have the opportunity to place a window or door, they simply have giant breezeways that open up and let in the outside whether. Most dining places and even the mall are really open to the outside world because they have such nice weather all the time. It’s very different from home.

Ok I’m almost done with this post. Some things you should know… the difference between an OZ (Australian) accent and NZ (New Zealander) accent is that OZ’s have a tendency to make everything really short and abbreviated when they speak, where as the NZ accent is generally more full. And although both are nasally and sound like the British equivalent to a southern drawl, OZ is very quick and seems to almost always have an inflection going up much like someone asking a question. These are observations I’ve made and things I’ve been informed from some OZ and NZ’s I talked to. I really like that everyone’s so cool with how many questions I seem to ask. Not too many people get upset about it.

Umm I feel like I should do something about other countries views on Americans… I had it in my notes to do that. But not today. Maybe I’ll write one blog specifically about that.

Anyways I’ll end with the quote of day/week.
“Don’t swim at night, the sharks will come to party with you. Don’t drink and swim, you’ll get the sharks tipsy.” – QUT guy giving a warning about the dangers of Australia.

Ok I’ll get started on the weekend at Stradbroke island and get that posted later this evening.
I love you guys, and miss you heaps. :P

p.s. I almost forgot! This song… it’s kind of… different. But it’s growing on me. and it’s very popular here.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wavpWRK6IX8

haha the first time I heard it was on the party boat. I may have mentioned it in that blog. It’s very catchy, and it’s played here quite frequently. I watched the international students suddenly jump up and down with their arms in the air during the chorus. And then when the chorus stopped everyone simultaneously went back to just goof dancing (ha I’ve heard people call it that a few times… so I’m using it now.) and as soon as it came back, the hands went up and everyone started jumping. I’m not sure if I missed the memo. But I just stood there laughing. Much like when “Sexy Bitch” came on (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xo_7bhk1UzA) and 250+ people from all over the world sang the chorus in unison. Haha not to speak down about the world or anything. But wow. Anyways that’s all. I’m going for real this time. ☺

Chasing the Dawn

I feel my day in L.A. was well spent. My mom and sister helped set me up for the night with some family friends (Mike Bowman, and his wise and children). They picked me up, took me home and let me sleep. Shortly after waking up we went to a friend of theirs house who lives just off of a man made lake which we sailed around. The lake appeared more like a mote to those living on the sheltered island. It was beautiful and relaxing. I was asked repeatedly if I was having fun. Yes. But it was more that I was simply enjoying the moment. The room to breathe. The sun. cool breeze.
I was lazy the next day. I laid in the sun by the pool. Had casual conversations and took some really bad photos. I felt it was necessary to practice my “tourist” style photography. That evening I sat at the terminal still waiting for this whole thing to become real. God’s giving me an opportunity to open my eyes to something new. Anxiety, fear, stress, panic: Absent.
But in case I got wrapped up in it all, I’m finding breadcrumbs. I was grabbing food at the airport Burger King when a family sits down across from me. Man, wife, son, daughter. The wife’s backpack says “Blackwolf Industries.” I say: “this will sound random, but may I take a picture of your backpack?” “of course. Why?” I take the picture and explain the significance of it being the name of my airsoft team. This very kind Australian family and I chat for a while and they give me their phone number explaining that if I need anything, I can call them. They live 10km outside Brisbane. I was meant to have that connection. It had my name written on it.
But still I was not awake and in the moment. Not until I was saying my last goodbyes when a close friend blurts out: “I can’t believe this is happening! I’m so excited for you! …Aren’t you?” yes. It hit me right then. I’m going. Those doors will close and I’ll be chasing the dawn of a new day and chapter in my life. No safety net. And I knew I was finally ready.
I board the plane. The door locks. I sit next to another study abroad student. We talk. I wave goodbye to my home soil. The plane takes off and I lose track of time. How to Train Your Dragon. Wog Boys 2. Alice in Wonderland. Clash of the Titans. Date Night. And an episode of How I Met Your Mother. I fall asleep for the rest of the trip and only got up once to pee during the entire fourteen hour flight. Yeah. I’m awesome. However, I did wake up thinking I had missed the sun rise.
But it was behind us. Which makes sense, if we’re flying west and the sun rises in the east it would make the night much longer (our entire flight actually… was in darkness). And it made me come up with this bad analogy: A new day starts when it’s time, not when you want it too.
*I had this elaborate story to go with this, but keep in mind I had watched 7 straight hours of movies and then slept for 7 hours in a really awkward cramped position. I didn’t write it down. Haha.
We descended through clouds. I saw fishing trollies and a beautiful beach that stretch on forever. Went through customs. BTW, they give you so much food on international flights. However if you don’t eat it they’ll make you throw it away at customs. ☹
I met more students. Got a lift to the hostel. Took a nap. Then after waking up, I got myself lost. On purpose. The city is pretty easy as far as lay out. Skyline like Portland, Simplicity of downtown Vancouver. Subway is obnoxiously popular. I saw more Subways (5) than McDonalds (1) and Starbucks (2) in my four hour trek.
I picked up groceries because the restaurants were way to expensive (about twice the cost in the US including the exchange rate (A McChicken sandwich is normally $1 in the states. Here: $3.95 not as a meal.).
I’m back at the hostel. It’s 5:40pm on Saturday the… 9th? 2010. It’s dark out and I’m feeling ready to crash. Here’s some things I’ve learned so far…

1. Americans are more likely to perpetuate the idea that Americans are douche bags.
2. Aussies seem to like shaking hands, and hanging on until the conversation/greeting/explanation of lineage is established. (it’s a little disconcerting. I thought this lady was reading my palm and invading my soul.)
3. Don’t’ say “How’s it going?” the person will look at you like you’re retarded. This seems to include “What’s up?”
4. Everyone here is friendly, polite, helpful, understanding and forgiving. I have no seen a massive hustle and bustle to and from places. Everyone’s chill.
5. The police sirens here sound like someone’s making a run at the death star. Epic.
6. Climbing things “just because” seems a lot more socially acceptable. Which is nice because every building is built with a lot of texture and looks really climb-able.
7. Bris”bin.” Mel”bin.” Can”Bra.” Stop correcting me, Americans! I knew I was saying it right.

Quote of the day:
“My name is Nol.”
“Nol?” – Me
“Yeah. Like Christmas.”
“…” – Me
“N-O-E-L. Nol!”
“Ahh… Christmas.” – Me
Really awesome guy. He drove us from the airport. Of the seven students I met and rode with, only two of us were heading to QUT.

Also: it’s Fret Fest. A festival for Acoustic guitarists/vocalists who can come and play for free or by request to get noticed and put on the radio. It’s put on by the Queensland Performing Arts Centre. Saturdays are youth oriented (ages 14-17) and they brought out a girl (Bre Bullock, 22) who attends the QPAC, and got her start at Fret Fest several years ago. Amazing musician, look her up. You’ll probably like her.

James

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